We had regained a shurity that our family was together again in love. We were strong in our beliefs that all would be well. All would work together to keep that peace in our lives. Even things of grace & beauty come to an end. Forever, a fantasy, a misunderstood dream. So it is with love.
A fleeting experience. One that is here one moment & dies the next. Our hopes of a unified family were broken, shattered by unforeseen events. Events & elements that never should have been allowed to enter.
Fight, pray & dream as you might, nothing is secure no matter how hard one tries. Do we continue to fight for that which is right, or do we, after loosing the battle, fighting for a cause that was lost before we started, continue to destroy our own hearts with fighting for love, or do we just throw up our hands & yield to the truth that the love we were fighting for never really existed? How foolish to keep trying when all is lost. When there is nothing left, what is there to dream, to hope for?